Tag: moving on

For a Friend – Wait For the Sun

You tried, love.
Your teary eyes were buried in my shirt,
My arms could only contain your
Shell of a body, as it emitted wracking sobs, echoes
Of years of trying to love another, whilst loving
Itself with all of its anxious compassion, you
Tried, so hard, my dear. The days
Will likely seem a little darker, for a while, and your tears
May weigh you down, till

One day you will wake up again,
And listen to the birds sing
In your father’s garden, you’ll watch
The hopeful rays of sunlight try to break through
Your curtains, and you’ll smell a fresh cup of coffee,
That your mother brings to your room,
Not because she has to, or you can’t get it yourself, but
Because she knows that this simple pleasure could be enough
To get you out of bed for a whole week,
As it is love itself, in its purest form.

It’s what you deserve, my dear, but know
It’ll take time, and to take small steps, day by day.
Know, that your loved ones, will be there
Every step of the way.

Time slips by

Time slips by in an instant, but I still
Remember the way to your parents’ place, the feeling of
Seeing you pull away, a couple of tears marking your face,
Trailing past pathways, memories, the scars you would rather
Scratch away, but I thought you were beautiful either way.

How could you be so effortlessly attractive to me,
Brushing your teeth, with that little shake
In your hair, whilst your tired eyes looked into mine?

Did you know?
Did you see?

The gears turning in my head, as I tried not to jeopardise what
We had, but I couldn’t lie, not with words, or with
Goodbyes, no,
I tried, but time
Slips by in an instant, and I
Still find reminders of you –
A word, a hair, an inside joke that we wouldn’t dare
Share with the world.

I hope you know or knew that I
Do care, and I did care, though I don’t know
If I will care when time slips away,
And the hair that frames my face is a shade of
Melancholic grey… but for now
Let us mourn the love that we could have had
For every future yesterday.

Recycled Heartbreaks

Recycled heartbreaks – the pains of the past,
The same loves that would never last.
I couldn’t ask for anything else.
How else would I know how to love myself?
If I delve deep down into the echoes that sound
In my heart, of heartbeats that beat hearts
With an unending pressure, to seek pleasure
Which could tear the heart apart.

It’s a casual depression – a downwards incline –
Some emotional suppression, but really it’s fine.
An untimely confession,
Time after time –
In a rush to get a crush,
Just to feel alive.
A longing for your touch,
Simply to survive.

It is all a bit much,
But oh, it’s my crutch.
That in the worst of times,
I went looking for love.

Therefore, my dear,
If I do ask you out,
I’m not sure either
What that’s all about.

A Tension

She loves the attention –
The tension with my heart.
She shares it with everyone,
Till it tears me apart.

She loves the attention,
The way she plays with my mind,
Till all the pretend confessions
Have played their essential part,
And I respond in kind.

She loves the attention –
An insult to myself,
And I won’t even mention
How the clock has struck twelve.

She loves the attention,
And why do I care?
She’s the most beautiful thing,
For all the world to share.

I’m okay with pretending, I’ve always had a love for drama

I’ve still got the scar you gave me last week.
Perhaps it wasn’t our intended intensity
When we broke our friendly sanctity,
But I do look back on it, fondly.

I thought that after we left our marks
On each other’s bodies, and lost our minds
In each other’s glory that I wouldn’t have to worry
Or care about a thing.

Honestly, I wanted to reach out two days later
To you – my new addiction, my hyper focus
For my brain that has longed for a fix
For so long, but I know that love, sex or a kiss
Won’t mend what’s been broken.

It’s now been a couple of days since we’ve last spoken,
And even though my door is wide open
I may not always be home.

With your mark on my shoulder
I wander alone between the trees in the park
And I wonder if you also still carry a piece of me,
Or if I should simply let you be.

I am rather happy, however, to notice
I’m at least at peace, finally.
That doesn’t mean that I want you to leave –
Believe me, I would love to see you again
And pretend for one more night
That it’s just you and me.

You, Orion.

Orion, Orion, Orion.
You’re three in a row,
And a hard one to let go.
I still see the sea in my dreams,
And the crashing waves on the shore.

I, he, she, we
Left him in the ground.
We flew, and showed him
We could fly too,
To the heavens high above,
To the eternal sun,
Where I would meet you.

With you,
I challenged eternity
With my mortality –
My limited time.

I left you in the sky,
And learned how to fly
By myself.
With my self.

Footsteps in the Storm [Revised]

The sad sun hung sullenly in the sky,
From a glass thread, connected to the ground underneath my feet.
Grey clouds are scattered over the horizon,
A foreboding sign of what approaches.
I could hear the falling footsteps from time to time,
Crashing into the earth again and again
Before fading away.

But now the day has come
And as the footsteps draw near, the clouds follow suit,
Eagerly awaiting their release.

I hear the glass crack,
And there is one final footstep.
Briefly, there is no sound
Except my unsteady breath
As you stand in front of me.
My light that gave me so much life
All those sunsets ago.

The verdict has arrived.
I see a tear on your cheek, yearning for freedom,
Before it slowly rolls down.

It strikes the ground like thunder,
And the thread is shattered.
The clouds are released, and the wind howls louder than our cries,
And there is a breathless havoc of rain, thunder, hail, memories,
And the memories that were still to come
All whirling around us as we stand there in the eye of the storm
As we try to just

Breathe.

But… there is nothing to fear,
As the clouds disappear.

Our tears will dry as the sun begins to shine,
As once again your heart is yours
And my heart is mine.

A Burnt Out Fire

The snow drifted gently through the trees
As the embers of the hearth faded out, one final time.

An atmosphere of fatality hung in the air,
A thick blanket of depression and sorrow.

No one held his hand
Or gave him their breath
As he went from this life
Into the next.

Forgotten Baggage

With tears in his eyes
He stared out of the train window
At a world that passed him by
Ever so quickly.

He looked, and saw
The trees falling,
The grasses wither,
And the birds falling

So deeply in love
As they fly in pairs
Through the trees
And build their nests

So they may settle
In a home in the shade,
High in the green trees,
Away from all harm

Before they too, leave
For a better place
Where they will find their warmth
And final resting place.

The sun dried his tears
And a smile slowly spread across his face
As he turned into a bird
And flew to the horizon.